They came down underground and they found me.
I was sitting in the dark yet they found me.
When they found me, alone underground, they said, “Come on out into the light, Harry. It is your birthday next week and we have to feed you.”
My father came. And my mother. And my brother. And my grandmother, too. I asked them how old I was to be and they answered. At first, I believed them to be hallucinations or jinn or projected daimons, but when we’d climbed out into the light from beneath the Harris County Law Library, they retained their solidity and coherence and were not at all like tenuous things.
And now you know what my family looks like and where I work and what I look like.
I swear I am not lecturing to them in the pictures. I just use my hands a lot to talk.